Hell, everybody’s got a dream - am I right? Between you, me and the wall - I had a doozie myself last night. Get this - a corn-fed harvest mouse, a hooker, a nun, a flemish peasant woman. Whips, chains - whistles, yo-yo’s. A circus midget. My grandmother - riding by on a bicycle, giving me the finger and a duck.
Sometimes lookin’ forward to a good nap is the only thing that gets me up in the morning
There’s never enough time to do all the nothing you want.